The blood moon hung high as chilling winds howled.
Humanity, once the ruler of the world, had fallen from its pedestal. Now, Domain Creatures ruled the world.
When the sun vanished and the blood moon completely occupied this world, the lives of the Domain World no longer called it the human world. They renamed it the New World.
It symbolized the rebirth of the Domain World.
By then, the Mist Race army that had arrived alongside the Mist Lord had already departed.
Amid Star City's ruins, Feng Qi and the Mist Lord sat at the edge of the rooftop of a dilapidated skyscraper, overlooking a Star City utterly unlike the one in his memories.
Scenes from his memories surged and flickered through his mind.
Time could erase many things, but the small moments of warmth buried deep in one's heart remained.
The cold, sinister wind brushed against their faces as Feng Qi and the Mist Lord spoke of the past and present.
When they began discussing the environment of the future world, Feng Qi looked at the Mist Lord curiously.
"Old Mi, are you confident you can become the final winner?"
"I don't know." A trace of confusion surfaced in the Mist Lord's eyes as he answered.
"That doesn't sound like you. In my eyes, you've always had a clear plan for the future and always kept the situation under your control."
Hearing that, the Mist Lord shook his head helplessly.
"What the hell do you know? You have no idea how complicated the current situation is. What surviving race doesn't have a Trump Card? Even the Rift Sky God Clan possesses a Miracle Divine Object capable of sealing me for a short time. The Trump Cards of other powerful races are even more terrifying. Competition in this world is